Turkish Shave Part 5

So at midday, I went back for my massage. It was excellent. The masseur pounded my back for ages. That's what I had really wanted. A few minutes later a friend of his came in for a chat. He stopped for a while and left to relax on my own. While I was waiting I removed my swimming shorts to reveal my speedos. When he came back, he massaged my legs exceptionally well. Every sinew of every muscle was attacked by his strong hands. The massage must have lasted over an hour and was incredibly good value.

I have no idea why, but I instinctively headed towards my regular barber. Once again it was raining very heavily. By the time I arrived I was soaking. I rushed in, and he offered me a shave. I pointed out that he had been closed earlier and that I had already had one today. What I really wanted him to do today was shave the tops of my legs.

He made some gesture and before I knew it I was lying on a new couch (in fact it was a rather fine sofa). I was just in my speedos. My barber and the guy who helped him out both attacked my body with shaving cream. My barber worked on my back (I don't know why, because I have so little hair there!) and his assistant worked on my legs. I felt the sensation of the wet brush against the backs of my thighs. Indeed he was working his magic with the brush and the blade. I could feel the warmth of his hands making my legs all smooth again.

The shaving brush was as high up my legs as it could go. My speedos were in the way. Without thinking, I grabbed them round the waist and pulled them down. In no time at all I was naked on the couch, wondering what was going to happen now.